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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.