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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.