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 Italy 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.