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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.