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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
New Order,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.