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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.