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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.