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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.