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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.