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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.