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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.