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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.