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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.