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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
PIL,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.