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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.