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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.