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 India and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.