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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
EPMD,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.