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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.