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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.