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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.