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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.