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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.