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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.