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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Crime,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.