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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.