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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.