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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.