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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Visage,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.