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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.