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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.