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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Can,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.