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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.