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 Italy 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.