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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.