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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.