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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 & John Cale to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.