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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.