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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.