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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.