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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.