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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.