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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
DNA,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.