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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.