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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.