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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.