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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.