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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.