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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Index,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.