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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.