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 Benin 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.