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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.