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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
June Days,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.