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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.