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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.