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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Slave,
Japan,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.