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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.