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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.