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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.