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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.