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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
the Swans,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.