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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.