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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.