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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Index,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.