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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.