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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.