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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.