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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.