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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
10cc,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.