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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
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.