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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.