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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Leaves,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.