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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Mars,
Make Up,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.