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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.