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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.