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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.