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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.