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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.