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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.