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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.