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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Monolake,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.