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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.