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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.