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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.