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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.