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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.