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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.