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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.