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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.