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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.