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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.