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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Cure to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.