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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.