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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Skarface,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.