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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.