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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
ABC,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.