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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.