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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.