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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Magma,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Lyres,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.