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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.