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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.