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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
CMW,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.