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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Smog to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.