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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.