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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.