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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.