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 Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Nas,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.