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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.