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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.