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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.