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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.