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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.