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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.