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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.