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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.