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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.