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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Index,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.