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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.