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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.