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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.