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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.