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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.