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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
cv313,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.