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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Can,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
The Index,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.