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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.