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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.