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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Deakin,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.