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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.