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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.