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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.