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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.