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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.