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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.