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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.