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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Index,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.