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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.