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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.