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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.