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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.