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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.