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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.