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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Q65,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.