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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Lalann,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.