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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.