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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.