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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Technova,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.