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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.