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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.