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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.