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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Index,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.