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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
the Normal,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.