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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.