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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.