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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.