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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.