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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.