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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Associates,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.