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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
DNA,
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.