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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.