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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.