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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
June Days,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.