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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.