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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.