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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.