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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.