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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 Spokane and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.