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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.