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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.