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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Scion,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.