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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.