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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.