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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.