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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.