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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.