Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.