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 Congo and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.