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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.