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 United States and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Gong,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.