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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.