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 Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.