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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.