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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.