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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.