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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Sparks,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.