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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.