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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.