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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.