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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.