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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.