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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
X-102,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.