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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
the Association,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.