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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Symarip,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Hoover,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.