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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.