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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
UT,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.