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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.