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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.