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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.