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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.