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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.