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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.