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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.