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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.