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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Technova to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.