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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Gong,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.