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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.