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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.