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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Franke,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.