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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.