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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Magma,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.