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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.