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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.