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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.