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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
UT,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.