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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.