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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
UT,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.