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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.