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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.