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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.