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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.