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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.