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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.