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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.