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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.