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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.