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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.