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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.