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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.