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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.