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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.