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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.