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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.