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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.