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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, 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.