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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.