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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.