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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Standells,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.