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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.