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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.