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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.