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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.