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 Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Can,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.