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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.