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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.