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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.