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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Rakim,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.