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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.