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 China and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.