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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.