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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.