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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.