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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.