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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.