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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Skaos,
Faust,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.