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 Mali and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.