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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.