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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.