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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.