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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.