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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.