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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.