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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.