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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.