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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Nico,
Wire,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.