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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.