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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.