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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.