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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.