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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.