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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
MDC,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.