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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.