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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Visage,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.