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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Index,
Rapeman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.