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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.