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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.