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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.