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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.