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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Monks,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.