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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
cv313,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.