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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.