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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.