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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.