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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.