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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.