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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.