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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Icehouse 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.