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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.