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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sparks to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.