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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Model 500,
June of 44,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.