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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Fear,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.