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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.