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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.