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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.