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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.