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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.