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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.