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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.