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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.