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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.