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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.