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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.