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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.