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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.