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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.