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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.