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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
MDC,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.