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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.