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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.