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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Slave,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.