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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.