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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.