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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.