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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.