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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.