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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.