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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.