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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.