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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.