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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.