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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.