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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.