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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
June Days,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.