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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Scion,
New Order,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.