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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.