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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.