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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.