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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.