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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.