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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.