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 Angola 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.