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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.