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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.