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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.