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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Index,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.