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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.