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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.