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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
MDC,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.