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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Magma,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.