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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Visage,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.