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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.