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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.