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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.