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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.