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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.