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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.