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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.