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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Urselle,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.