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 China and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.