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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.