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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
UT,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.