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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.