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 Tuvalu 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.