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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.