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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.