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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.