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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.