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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.