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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Pole,
Swans,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.