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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.