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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Hashim,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.