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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.