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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.