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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.