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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.