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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Monks,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Can,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.