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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.