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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.