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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.