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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sherman to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.