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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.