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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.