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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.