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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Can,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.