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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.