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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.