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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.