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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Q65,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.