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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.