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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.