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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.