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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.