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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Lalann,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.