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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.