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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.