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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.