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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.