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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.