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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Franke,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.