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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.