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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.