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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.