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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.