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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.