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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.