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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.