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 Mozambique 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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.