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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.