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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.