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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.