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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.