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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.