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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.