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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Technova,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.