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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.