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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.