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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.