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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.