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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.