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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.