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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.