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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Motorama,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.