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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.