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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.