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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.