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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.