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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.