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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Nico,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.