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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Monolake,
X-101,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.