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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.