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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.