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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.