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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.