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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Television,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.