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 Benin 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
June Days,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Organ,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.