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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
June Days,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.