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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.