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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.