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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Fear,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.