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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.