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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.