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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.