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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.