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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.