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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 DNA to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.