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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.