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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 10cc to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.