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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Monks,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.