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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.