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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.