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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.