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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
John Cale,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.