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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.