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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.