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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.