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 Tajikistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.