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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
X-102,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.