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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.