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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.