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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.