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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
June Days,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.