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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.