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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.