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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
UT,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.