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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.