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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.