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 Benin and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.