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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.