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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.