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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.