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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.