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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.