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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.