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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.