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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.