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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.