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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
X-101,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.