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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.