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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.