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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.