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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.