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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.