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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.