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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.