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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.