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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.