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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.