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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Deakin,
MDC,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.