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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
UT,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.