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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Index,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.