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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.