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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
JFA,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.