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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.