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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.