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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.