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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.