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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.