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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Nico,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.