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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.