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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.