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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.