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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.