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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.