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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.