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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.