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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.