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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.