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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.