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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Nico,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.