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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.