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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.