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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.