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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Brick,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.