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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.