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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.