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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.