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 India and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.