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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.