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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.