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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.