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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Associates,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.