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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.