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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.