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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.